"No, that's not what I meant." Tang Hao was anxious and grabbed her hand as hard as he could.

"What does that mean, let go of me!" Ye Zhiyu looked furious and desperately wanted to pull back her hand.

"Don't get excited, listen to me first, listen to me ..." Where is Tang Hao willing to let go? Making efforts to explain, "I mean I don't dislike you, but if we go together now, it's not realistic, at least not now!"

"Why?"

"Because, because I don't have any money on ...